A Pain Worth Doing

There are only two things I've done that were terribly painful, but I would gladly do them again, and again, and again.

The first is childbirth. It was like nothing I've ever done, although my gall bladder attack was pretty close, and it was so totally worth it. As soon as I held my son I knew I was going to love him for the rest of my life. I was also ready to do it again! After my daughter, I knew we were not having anymore, and that allowed me to treasure her even more. Both times, wicked painful, but I'd do them again just to have my two great kids.

The second thing thing would be tattoos. I love tattoos! My thistle on my lower back was by far the most painful. It was pretty excruciating actually! But I haven't regretted one of them, and I love seeing them. The problem was I have three on my back (hard to see and enjoy) and two on my ankles, which are hard to view in the winter time.

What to do?

Yep. Get one on my arm, my left forarm to be exact. I thought about it for months, and when the idea of a dandelion loosing it's seeds came to me, I knew it was exactly what I wanted. It reminds me of being a kid during the summer time, and of watching my kids during the summer, of sitting outside in those lazy hot summer evenings for birthday parties or playing in the sprinkler. What kid hasn't picked a dandelion and blown it to bits?

It did sting to get, and it took an hour and half of needle work, but it's awesome. When he finished, I was at a point where he could have done my whole arm and I would have just smiled.

It has opened a whole flood gate of longing for more though! Unfortunately my husband has made it very clear, it is his turn next. I guess that's fair. I have six tattoos, and he only has two.

But I'm ready to do it again!